tufts syndrome
Congratulations to my little sister who just got the highest grade on some nerd test and beat out the nerdiest kids around. She's such a nerd, really. I don't ever remember studying that much in my life. She's also very pretty, so I don't know how she manages to balance the two so well. And, of course, because she's the younger brat, she'll never tell. Maybe now she will because I just complimented her for everyone to see.But honestly, it makes me kinda worried. How she's so smart, that is. I'm constantly hearing about these really genius kids getting rejected from the top universities for no good reason. Of course, I can't just advise her to sabotage her grades and go apeshit on extracurriculars like I did, but still, it just worries me. I don't want her to ever have to experience any kind of pain or rejection ever in her life, is that too much to ask? At least she's pretty. Pretty girls always get by.
So I'm back at home for the weekend, just to work off the money I spent this month so far. Only two exams to study for, so it shouldn't be that bad. Weather's been pretty unpredictable; it's supposed to go back to the 30's on Sunday. I need a tan because every time I look in the mirror I think I'm seeing Gwyneth Paltrow. Not a good sign.
I think I need to see a therapist at some point in my life. You know, like a routine checkup. Make sure everything's working the way it should be. Or maybe ill just take a bunch of psychology classes and go for a self-diagnosis ("Yes...guilty of projection. Oral fixation. Drools everytime she hears a bell").
It's so exciting to find a new bakery you like, even better than finding a 20 dollar bill in your jean pocket. For all you Jersey-ites, go to the Gaston Ave Bakery in Somerville. But before you do that, look up Origins French Thai. Both are to die for, trust me. You may have a bit of trouble finding parking for the Thai place though because it's always packed at lunchtime.
As for my shopaholic tendencies, I'm gonna try for a revision of the "something old, something new..." wedding myth:
Something Fendi, something Pucci, something Prada, something Gucci.
Actually, I don't even really like Pucci or Prada. Not a big fan of geometric designs or easily bootlegged nylon. I'm actually in the process of commiting myself to one piece of Tiffany's jewelry. Something classic that I can wear for years and match with most outfits. But really, commitment to material things scares me shitless. I think I'd rather get a tattoo than commit to a nice pair of Manolos. Sigh, little Manolo. At least he has a home now.
posted by Tiffany @ 12:18 AM
1 Comments:
tiff tiff, i think i'm going colonial..i can't cook a damn and fin aid will help me w/the meals at the eating club.
love
ivana
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